POEMS 




>ANIEL T. AMBROSE 



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POEMS 

BY 
DANIEL T. AMBROSE 






Copyright 1919 
Mrs. Ida J. Ambrose 



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SAN MATEO TIMES PRESS 
SAN MATEO, CAL, 

JAN 16 1320 




Samel 5L Ambroa* 



PUBLISHED BY 

MRS. IDA T. AMBROSE 

AND 

CHILDREN 

IN LOVING MEMORY OF 

Samel ® Ambrose 

Died September 10, 1916 



SOME DAY 



Some day in the spring, the thrushes 
Shall carol with might and main, 
And lark, from the reeds and rushes, 
Soar high with triumphant strain. 
Bright beams in the dawning early, 
Shall race o'er hill and mead, 
In the hawthorne hedges pearly, 
And I shall give no heed! 

And some day when the splendor 

Of summer is on the land; 

When the scented lillies slender 

In their snow white robes shall stand. 

The clover shall flush the meadows, 

And the blue sky hold no shadows, 

And I shall not know or care. 

Some day, though the fruit be mellow, 
Shall hang in the orchard old, 
Corn changing from white to yellow, 
And the tall wheat like to gold. 
Though strong as song-birds rally 
Shall ring out the reaper's voice, 
From hilltop and sheltered valley 
My heart shall no more rejoice. 

God grant where the stars gleam brighter 
Some night when the church bells ring, 
When the snow drifts seem much brighter 
And choirs unnumbered sing, 
I'm safe from peril and danger 
In the midst of heaven, may see 
That Babe, Who laid in the manger 
And who died on Calvary. 



FRIENDSHIP 



There's a rose proves fairest to all that we see, 
In color and beauty the dearest that be, 
It's priceless in value its bloom never fades, 
The gem of the garden untainted by shades; 
It's the rose of martyr's, their precious life give, 
As Christ the anointed that others might live, 
It blooms in the shadows of sorrow and pain, 
Sweet-scented and fragrant its virtues remain. 

The sweetest in Nature no mind can forget, 
When troubles surround you with presence beset, 
It bids you take courage, new prospects pursue, 
With friendship assisting and brotherhood too; 
It blooms in all seasons for aged and youth, 
Well essenced and flavored with virtue and truth, 
Its essence is godly humane and divine, 
The rarest that left us in records of time. 

It's noble endearing sunshine and shade, 

Love's beautiful rosebud by the hand of God made, 

The dearest that's favored, no thorns to pricK, 

'Tis rooted in friendship where brotherhood stick. 

Oh fairest and rarest the sweetest that bloom, 

When true to its virtues no gold can consume 

Unfading in glory no winter decay, 

The sweet rose of friendship that never betray. 

No equal on footstool its sublime divine, 
Its fragrance is vibrant to victims in line, 
Like incense ascending, extolling God's name, 
Is the rose of true friendship ever the same. 
Through winds of adversity, darkness of night, 
An angel consoling to make troubles light, 
Divinely she blooms though no thorns appear, 
The rarest of roses to give hope and cheer. 




THE GENIUS OF MAN 



Greeks may boast of ancient wisdom, 

And Rome likewise of supreme power; 
Modern age of genius' freedom, 

Still makes man her dearest flower. 
Land and air he's doomed to conquer, 

With submarines explore the deep, 
Wireless 'phones and untold motors, 

Which man acclaims and genius sweep. 

Marvel at the great inventions, 

Through God inspired to human soul. 
Thought being first infinite's section, 

Next motive power guiding the whole. 
God of all infinite, powerful, 

Transmitting light to man below, 
Soul concealed in body doubtful, 

Through that veil we scarcely know. 

Great that being who can conceiveth, 

Before whose presence man can't live. 
Christ anointed, all believeth, 

Who profess that name He's give. 
Were it not for God-man, master, 

The world would do as done before, 
Betray their God by lusting after, 

Destruction's balm to heal the sore. 

Thus it was that God loved man-kind, 

Gave him spirit, genius, light; 
Commanded him not be unkind, 

For love, not hate must be your fight. 
Man made free to good and evil, 

And by our deeds we rise or fall, 
While balance swings to God or devil, 

Begotten son, he sent us all. 

By this know God's spirit in us, 

Without the same we'd be as brute; 
With no reason to discern us, 

With no regard for age or youth. 
If what Darwin taught so frankly, 

Both Tindal, Drake and Huxley, Hume. 
Centuries past man proves what's godly, 

While monkeys still their place resume. 



CHRISTMAS 



Anointed Son from Virgin come 
Though in flesh concealed still God 
He came to free the bounded from 
The power that Satan had 
He came with sound of peace good will 
Which His angels round him sang 
From bloodshed too the world was still 
While joy-bells from heaven rang. 

Today the woes of sin and strife 
As the world hasn't seen before 
Again they seek each others' life 
For more of the golden store 
The golden age predicted then 
Causes Europe kill and slay 
Great missies made for killing men 
On this Lord's anointed day. 

Aren't we blind to our infamy 
If unrighteous name and fame 
Polluting soil with blood we see 
And our Saviour's name to shame 
Intelligence the gift of God 
To man alone was given 
Shall we betray for earthly sod 
And renounce way to heaven. 

Probation's time is passing fast 
And from bloodshed gore must part 
The trenches where your millions cast 
Pray God with avenging heart 
With all this gore for golden store 
Must peace from earth be driven 
By rulers high whom God defy 
Pollute the road to heaven. 

Oh pray you sons of liberty 

For that peace that God brought men 

That no worldly phase or haughty craze 

Shall disturb our peace again 

Peace will the cannon shell defy 

Peace will all murder cease 

Peace will assist us all enjoy 

This day may our efforts please. 



WOMAN 



Centuries you've suffered in silence, 
Neath brutal passions of men, 
Waited with patience and prudence, 
To regain your place again. 
God in his mercy ordained it, 
Woman from bondage be free, 
Mary His mother obtained it, 
Virgin and mother was she. 

Clouds that hung o'er their prestige, 
Thousands of years that had past, 
Disappeared, no trace or vestige, 
By Queen of heaven at last 
Boundened made free by the woman. 
Title was mother of grace. 
Oh woman the chosen of human 
Condemned by vile man as base. 

Bearer of natural childhood, 
With patience her burdens bear, 
Toiling in valley and wildwood, 
Nursing her fondlings with care. 
Gentle and kind and helpful, 
Spreading the gospel of light 
Man thought more stern and more forceful 
Woman the seed of God's might. 

Woman that fell by the serpant 
And brought to mankind first sin, 
Redemer gave for atonement 
Now queen of angels and men. 
Woman exalted of creatures, 
Nature's adornment and pride 
Behold her embibing new features 
Bearing her banners to guide. 

Teachers of virtue and patience 
Sublime in tenderness, love, 
Prone to contrition and penance, 
Hoping in father above. 
God in His boundless creation 
Made man from slime of the earth, 
More choice in woman's formation, 
From rib of man gave her birth. 



THE FALLEN SISTER 



When a poor forlorn sister, 

Whom we give a fearful name, 
From that lustful life that led her 

Shudders back with woeful shame; 
When her weary soul is yearning 

For God's light beyond the skies, 
And far off is hope discerning 

Where a purer morrow lies. 

There you'll find a goodly spirit. 

Though besmeared with lurid shame, 
There a heart-pulse beats with merit, 

Though her colors know no fame; 
There's the human as Magdalen, 

Shedding tears of love for thee, 
Washing feet with tears that streaming, 

For her guilt and infamy. 

There she'll stand before redeemer, 

Broken down with sorrow, shame, 
Begging Jesus not forget her, 

Though His Christian name defame. 
Give me balm, sweet loving Jesus, 

Cleanse my soul with sacred oil; 
Cleanse the stains of lust within us, 

Grant us mercy yet awhile. 

Will Jesus sister calling? 

May I answer that; He would 
Adulterous and lepers crawling, 

Yes, for all He shed His blood. 
Pity, then, those sisters fallen, 

'Twas man made her what she is. 
Don't exult until the morrow, 

Will her shame outrival his? 

All remember that we're human, 
It's the strong, the weak enslave. 
Incarnation from the woman, 
Man not chosen there to share. 

Pity, then, that fallen sister, 
Take her sorrows as your own; 

Both sin and shame taste the bitter, 
Man, beware the cause you own. 



TO MARY AND MAY 



(According to ancient Christian history, the month 
of May is dedicated to Mary.) 

How sweet is the mantle of nature, 

Reserved for the fair month of May; 
The symbol of grace chosen creature, 

Blest of all, nations today, 
Her spirit created for glory, 

Stainless her body from clay; 
Anointed one born of Mary, 

Blest name of Mary and May. 

Blest tributes of nature we'll give her. 

'Neath rose and lily so fair, 
This queen that the angels all greet her, 

Grant her affections may share. 
The earth in effulgence of splendor, 

Ermine and floral display; 
Best tributes of beauty and grandeur. 

We'll honor Mary and May. 

In Mystery was Virgin created, 

Mystery her spirit within; 
In Mystery that son incarnated, 

That mankind be born again. 
In Myestery the loaves and the fishes, 

Likewise all nature's display; 
In mystry is life's and death's issues, 

Both Virgin, Mother and May. 

Rejoice with the Lord of creation, 

With queen of angels and men, 
And hail His communion relation, 

Last supper symbolized then; 
First miracle performed through Mary, 

Son's mercy we ask her pray, 
Lo mountains and valleys so pretty, 

Bedecked for Mary and May. 



PORTOLA 



King Don Gasper De Portola 

And Conchita, festal queen, 
Come to honor 'Frisco for her, 

Where all Nations may be seen. 
Fifes and drums beat loud and rattle, 

Cannons too will loudly roar, 
For that King- whom fate did battle, 

Our land-locked harbor did explore. 

Visitors from foreign climes, 

Armored ships with flags a-flying, 
Statesmen, captains, regal primates, 

Eager for this great sightseeing. 
Scenes unrivalled in stage station, 

Land exhibits to behold, 
Loveliest city oi the nation, 

Golden Gate her portals hold. 

Dancing at the Hotel Fairmont, 

Lights of beauty, grace and fame, 
Festal King and Queen Conchita, 

Lead grand march in pride of name. 
Balls unceasing most exquisite, 

Where our guests can happily, 
Unite with Maidens charmed elite, 

Queens of Beauty there shall see. 

The Electric Bell at Third and Market, 

Both artistic, rare, sublime, 
Streaming sunbeams from each socket, 

Mirrors on the masses shine. 
"Van Ness, Kearny, Fillmore beaming, 

Incandescent lights true great, 
Million candle power extending 

Through famed city — Golden Gate. 

Marathon from Sacramento, 

Swimming feats across the Bay, 
Aquatic sports from Spanish Junto, 

Coronation's grand array. 
Tens of thousands in line marching, 

China's dragons, rich Cathay, 
Native Daughters, rich chrysanth'mums, 

Fraternal floats rare and gay. 



Spanish airs and Spanish salvos, 
Padres chiming faith and state, 
Nations riding in their autos, 



To acclaim her future great. 
Raised again from quake and ashes, 

To regain her fame and fate, 
Pride of time is San Francisco, 

Born again by Golden Gate. 

Newly baptised San Francisco, 

All are welcomed — young and old, 

E'n Viscaino, Cabarillo, 

Mission Fathers, brave and bold. 

Pacific queen she is the greatest, 
( Resourceful now her empire state, 

Two Oceans link'd find her richest, 
Future tells by Golden Gate. 




LIBERTY BELL 



This Bell that tolled us freedom. 

Near seven score years ago, 
We cherish in our bosom, 

Baptised in blood we know. 
Our forbears bold undaunted 

To no king- bend the knee, 
Their flag of freedom flaunted 

This Bell proclaimed us free. 

First shot fired at Lexington 

Resounded -through the world, 
Stars and Stripes by Washington 

From belfry was unfurled. 
It speaks today of peace, freedom, 

Not kingly woes of war, 
And speaks to us non-wisdom 

Of King and Kaiser, Czar. 

Its chimes are ever voicing 

The justice of the hour, 
And that we're born equal 

Despite pomp and power. 
Abuse it and you'll suffer, 

Decrees of God can't trod, 
His covenant the rudder, 

While Bell kept voicing good. 

It thundered notes proclaiming 

To bold Patrick Henry, 
Proud Independence framing, 

Oh, Death or Liberty. 
Its voice by age now broken, 

Still tells of carnage then, 
Both faith and hope was spoken 

In hearts of fighting men. 

This symbol of attraction 

Kept tolling to the free, 
Take up your guns and sabers 

And fight for Liberty. 
In Exposition resting 

This emblem of the free, 
Oh, may we heed its chiming 

For true Equality. 



MAN'S INHUMANITY 



We should know our time is coming-, 
'Fore the church bell tolls the knell, 
Not forget we're slowly moving, 
To the gates of heaven or hell; 
Love should be to sisters, brothers, 
Nor by evil genius plan, 
Or destruction to our neighbors — 
Inhumanity to man. 

What is pride in human station 
But the devil's working den, 
Spurned at Christ's exaltation, 
And from heaven cast out then. 
All the gold-dust of the ages, 
Can't extend one hour, life's span, 
Thinketh well from earthly stages — 
Inhumanity to man. 

Have we felt the pangs of hunger. 
Or the cold that pierced the heart? 
Have we caused them suffer longer, 
As revenge for doing part? 
Ponder well this hatred blindly, 
As you mete will measure span; 
Time is God's to judge supremely — 
Inhumanity to man. 

Mother earth is often shaken, 
By our lustful, shameless crimes; 
Quakes have told us to awaken, 
To the trend of evil times. 
"Millions face the slaughter pointing. 
Millions weep from hunger's plan, 
Millions face the judgment wanting- 
Inhumanity to man. 

Christ has told us love each other; 
Satan teaches hate and pride; 
As with Cane revenging brother, 
Weakened mortals side by side. 
Heed the voice of sheppards calling, 
Help your neighbor best you can; 
Don't rejoice misfortune's falling — 
Inhumanity to man. 



DAUGHTERS OF THE LIGHT 



High above the gloom and shadow 
Of this gray, cloud-covered world, 
We have placed our chosen motto, 
And our banner, white unfurled. 
On its folds we've traced the message 
In the conflict for the right 
It will be our magic watch-word — 
"Be ye daughters of the Light. 

As we stand, to heaven lifting 
Eyes in which youth's courage shines, 
Eyes that seek the guiding vision 
That unfolds God's great designs 
Will not He, from undimmed splendor- 
Far too great for human sight, 
Send His angels down to each 
"Be ye daughters of the Light!" 

Glorious aim! True inspiration 
Arming souls with power and might 
Shadows vanish at our watchword 
"Be ye daughters of the Light!" 

See the hosts of white-robed martyrs 
See the virgins, glory-crowned 
Down the ages runs the path-way 
Trod by brave souls, world renowned! 
See them clad in shining raiment 
Clad in robes of dazzling white! 
Here on earth they won their glory — 
They were daughters of the Light. 

Dare we claim relation with them? 
Yea, for human were they all — 
Power divine upheld their weakness 
Heaven responded to their call. 
So, too, with us is a Helper, 
One who'll lead our steps aright; 
List the words that once He uttered 
Here on earth, — "I am the Light!" 

Courage then, and onward upward! 
Where Christ reigns there is no night 
From his throne He bends to whisper 
"Be ye daughters of the Light!" 



CHILD OF MARY 

I'm safe when protected by Mary 
The Mother of grace, mercy, might. 
The refuge of sinners that weary 
God gave her power, Satan to fight. 
Most honored of creatures created, 
Preserved pure for incarnate son. 
Full of grace the angel related, 
Immaculate from stain of Sin. 

To woman gave Jesus preference 
By Spirit's conception and birth, 
No stain but full grace as prescience 
Her name is called blessed on earth. 
Both Virgin and Mother divinely 
This charm do all mortals see, 
Now Queen of Heaven sublimely 
Oh, pray for poor sinners and me. 

Unchristian the heart against Mary 
Who dare can God's honor ignore. 
Our misgivings to Him, she'll carry 
Please spare them His mercy implore. 
On earth was obedient to Mother. 
In Heaven likewise will He be; 
Oh Mary and Mother, no other 
Can plead for us all motherly. 

Please pray for me, pray for me, Mary, 

Name me by adoption your son, 

Though life be vain, foolish and dreamy, 

Oh plead that forgiveness be done; 

Oh Mary, true advocate, Mother, 

By the Spirit conceived, begot Son, 

The Saviour of mankind no other, 

By His blood on the cross it was done. 



KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS 



Hurrah for that gallant commander, 

Who gave us this land of the free; 
Hurrah for those K. C. defenders 

And shriners of true liberty. 
Hurrah for those Knights now observing 

Those truths that are sacred of God, 
With the fruits of Charity conserving 

To plane of humanity's good. 

This spirit we must keep within us 

Inspired by glory and fame, 
Until mountains of goodness instill us, 

For our faith and country the same. 
Hurrah for those memories reflected, 

His genius the ocean to explore, 
Hurrah for his sons now expected 

To sail on and on for the shore. 

We've Knights of the Red Branch and Garter 

Pythians, Templars and Cross; 
The choice of the nation we're after 

To regain our spiritual loss. 
A body divorced of its spirit, 

A nation that faithless must fall, 
Sail on and sail on for true merit, 

Which Knights of Columbus install. 

They stand for the freedom of mankind, 

The rights of free worship maintain; 
They stand by the widow and orphan 

Through Charity's findings entrain; 
With the star of hope peering forward 

Through darkness and shadows of shame. 
Sail on and sail on be the password 

To light us to glory and fame. 

Let's sail through the ocean of kindness, 

'Neath compass and rudder and sail, 
Keep watch on the phases of blindness. 

Lest tempest destruction prevail. 
Hold fast to that faith that was guiding 

The chosen across the Red Sea, 
Same God and same faith now abiding, 

Columbian Knights of the free. 
For centuries we've waited in silence, 

And watched for results of the goal; 
We've waited with patience and prudence. 

While time was absorbing the whole. 
Awakened to spirit within us, 

Exulted to honor that name, 
So called themselves Knights of Columbus, 

And evermore honor the same. 



CAST THE WATER ON THE FIRE 



Its a virtue that much wanting. 

In the blast of human ire. 

What the human heart is panting: 

With a raging- hate desire. 

Don't forget that virtue, patience 

Nothing sweeter played from lyre 

Its the checkmate for imprudence 

Cast the water on the fire. 

Its the greatest blessing given 
In a home with thunder soars 
Its the sweetest rose from heaven 
Where rude passions sway and roars. 
With its mild and tender sweetness 
Conquers more than wrathful ire 
Wins the vicious heart by kindness 
Casts the water on the fire. 

But our minds are dark and narrow 
And the flesh to evil sown 
And for such we sigh and sorrow 
For transgressions of our own. 
We must conquer such with patience. 
Choosing love instead of ire. 
Where your tempted to imprudence, 
Cast the water on the fire. 

God will help us if we ask it 
With that peace no man can give 
God will check the evil in us 
Help and aid us while we live. 
Give and take for good example 
Show not children hateful ire 
And by patience stem the battle 
Casting water on the fire. 



KNIGHT'S DUTY 



Remember brave Knights of Columbus 
Your duties to honor and fame 
And view those great evils around us 
Where modesty blushes with shame. 
Remember Columbus with Red man 
His life was endangered for thee 
Let Members beware what's human 
Preserving in ranks, purity. 

Times are presenting this warning 
Swaying backwards from modesty 
Teachers of virtue, our calling 
Defending what's true womanly 
Young ladies of high degree, station 
Good breeding, attainments could spare 
Is lost to the lure of temptation 
With exhibits to lust laid bare. 

With split skirts and hose that's transparent 

Oh ladies' Thou fairest that be 

Please think of that Virgin and Parent 

You'll never disgrace your degree 

Bunny-hug, Grizzly-bear, Turkey-trot 

Hesitation latest we see 

"Woman supreme" wilt thou cast lot 

To forlorn degeneracy. 

"Oh Knights" can't you see the horizon 
It's murcky with evils that shame 
Divorces unnumbered to gaze on 
With children abandoned in name. 
"Oh" where is that Christ that created 
And where is that Christ that redeemed 
Meekness of heart segregated 
Modesty no longer esteemed. 

No wonder this shame and perversion 
With Journals presuming in strife 
Giving germ, atom, electron 
Creators of infinite life. 
Time chides those skeptical fakirs 
Descendents of monkeys wont stand 
Nor Hearst with his papers and capers 
Can change God-man's faith in this land. 
Stand firm brave Knights of Columbus 
With that faith that he crossed the sea 
Obeying those laws God gave us 
'Neath Modesty's banner let's be. 
A press you should have to defend you 
In each state where money is God. 
Clergy to aid and assist you 
For manly and womanly good. 



'EULOGY ON MY BROTHER' 



Oh, God in his mercy this time has sent sorrow, 
And took my fond brother from this earthly shore, 
And left me to ponder whom friendship should borrow, 
E'en wife of my bosom could not have done more. 
So oft through those years of my life undirected, 
Unable to chose between virtue and wrong 
His wisdom and counsel on me then reflected 
Strengthening my weakness and bidding be strong. 

Oh, shall I forget him in obstinate blindness, 
Or fail to remember his love that was strong 
Surely not, after his long serving kindness, 
And fatherly pleadings must ever prolong. 
In life were united, by Death now we're parted, 
The doom of all mortals from all earthly gain 
Hope to behold him with angels now wafted, 
Believing that Jesus cleansed him from sin. 

The reason I loved him, because he was kindly 
Likewise he was generous in hand and heart 
As chief benefactor to fatherless family, 
Convinced that from honor he would never part. 
Consoling the weeping and hating oppression, 
Before which all human misgivings gave way 
He has left all reflections of long lived affection, 
How can we forget him, now cold -in the clay. 

Oh, time has now left me a wreck of emotion, 

And time has swept from me a brother so true. 

To mourn for ever his fond loved devotion, 

Resolved all his teachings and counsels pursue. 

May God in his mercy, absolve and redeem him, 

And grant him that glory he's labored so well 

Friend of the oppressed and poor, how they'll miss him 

A father and brother, to all I can tell. 

He has gone from children and beloved kindred. 

He's gone from his neighbors beloved and much praised, 

He's gone from forlorn whom he forsook never; 

To enter earth's bosom until Judgment raised. 

His sweet smiles of kindness that once were so pleasing, 

By the cold sting of Death, with spirit now gone, 

To rest in the bosom of Jesus redeeming, 

So we by tomorrow same road travel on. 



GROWTH AND DECAY 



Nothing is lost forever, 
Only see their form a change, 
Force and essence they lose never, 
In that path where mystery range, 
Stars that shine so bright upon us, 
Sun gives heat and light of day, 
Earth producing to sustain us, 
All are solved by growth, decay. 

Adam, father of all races, 
Color changing — black, brown, white; 
Complex too, tradition faces, 
History fails to give much light. 
Take one hundred weight of surface, 
Encased therein grows huge tree, gay, 
Essence from the air must purchase, 
Mystery solved in growth, decay. 

Spirit matter, forces traveling, 
With conceptions gilded soul, 
Genius' rays of light unraveling, 
Man designer of the whole. 
Flames, destructive, that's a burning, 
Have not lost their force to sway, 
Still exists, to vapor turning, 
Nothing lost by growth, decay. 

Universe, infinite, endless, 

All from God, no loss can be, 

Life and death though cold and friendless. 

'Tis our nature's destiny. 

Changing solids into ashes, 

Smoke and steam in clouds make way, 

Snow and rain where thunder clashes, 

Still no loss by growth, decay. 

If world's growth in past ages, 

Were subtracted, naught would be, 

Oceans dried by vapor stages, 

All returneth equally, 

Forms are lost, new ones returneth, 

So with man whom death hold sway, 

And death hall lose that power God giveth, 

'Tis God decrees — growth, decay. 



SAY NO 



Dear children, when starting life's journey, 

Along the great highways of life, 
You'll meet with a thousand temptations, 

In places where evil is rife. 
This world is a stage of excitement, 

There is danger wherever you go; 
Beware of evil commitments, 

And where you are tempted say no. 

In courage, my children your safety, 

When you this long journey begin, 
So, trusting in God, do your duty, 

He'll keep you unspotted from sin. 
Temptations will follow unceasing 

As streams to large rivers flow. 
But if you are true and beseeching 

Your answer to evil is "no." 

Remember Gethsemane garden, 

Anointed shed bloody sweat. 
Crucified to gain our pardon; 

All suffer, don't ever forget. 
Be choice in your habits of living, 

Be frugal in life as you go, 
Give help to the weary that striving 

When tempted to evil say no. 

Discouragements met in life's journey. 

Some burdens quite heavy to bear, 
Compare them with Christ's, true not many, 

Where flesh from the bones they did tear. 
Be honest, kind, truthful and humble; 

Be gentle with all as you go. 
Should your road be thorny, don't grumble, 

To glare of temptation say no. 

Avoid those allurements that's tempting, 

The vicious will coax you to sin, 
The laws of God always respecting, 

Each morning the Lord's prayer begin. 
His grace all will have if they ask it, 

To all He will grant and bestow, 
Your reward will be as you make it — 

When tempted to evil say no. 



THE BLESSED VIRGIN 



God's hand-maid called Mary 
By grace was preserved 
For Christ the anointed 
Her womb was reserved. 
Queen of the firmament 
Of angels and men 
Let's hail her with angels 
God's chosen one then. 

'Twas told in the garden 
She'd demons rule o'er 
And at feast of Cana 
From water, wine pour. 
Queen of creation 
Immaculate she 
The choice of Father 
His son's Mother be. 

Oh Children of Mary 
Whom Satan does hate 
Queen of the Universe 
Of Heaven the gate. 
For sinners she's pleading 
This daughter of Eve 
That we from the Father 
A crown may receive. 

Illumined with glory 
The stars may express 
Queen Virgin and Mother 
Whom all nations bless. 
What mind can conceive it 
Or tongue can extoll 
This proud name of Mary 
Made queen over all. 



LIFE'S LEDGER 



In the records of life all is printed 

•Till Death tells us lay down our tools 

With the good and the bad we're confronted 

Where wisdom of wise are as fools 

It's being told us through ages by sages 

Confirmed by Christ the God-man 

And to each shall be shown in those pages 

True Justice by Jesus who can 

He will Judge the proud Kings of the ages 

While bodies lay cold in their graves 

All their virtues he'll measure by gauges 

With Justice to masters and slaves. 

Though gold caskets may entwine their bodies 

Floral tributes, emblems and flags. 

Disappointed at the Ledger's tallies 

'Neath bigger man buried in rags. 

Be cheerful you believers in Spirit, 

Bear trials with patience and might, 

Let your lives seek what's honor true merit, 

Else Eternity must lose in fight 

Through life's journey you'll find it pays better 

As righteous bid you must fight, 

Finding truth live it up to the letter, 

By banishing anger and spite. 

We're told by the Saviour anointed 

A record is kept of each word 

At the results we are disappointed 

When dark deeds are shown by the Lord 

Those millions that are slain for ambition 

Those Martyrs for faith with their blood, 

With Religion despoiled by perversion 

Life's Ledger shall balance, bad, good. 




CHRISTMAS 



A merry "Merry Christmas," is the joyful sound we hear, 

From hamlet, cottage, mansion, Christmas day gives cheer; 

From the Arctic to Antarctic, those welcome sounds pro- 
claim, 

In the highlands, in the lowlands, both inland sea and main. 

This heavenly guest that cometh, with His angels by His 
side, 

Sending messages to Israel, and a star to be their guide. 

Sending messages to rulers, rare gifts with Him they 
share, 

Ever practiced by the Christians as conditions should 

compare. 

This eventful merry Christmas, calls millions to unite, 
From distant climes and regions, to their native lands 

take flight. 
To Him who changed the water 'twas Mother did implore, 
Multiplied the loaves and fishes, to feed five thousand 

more. 
That Son who stilled the waters, and the wind obeyed His 

will, 
That Son who raised the dead to life, the blind their sight 

instill. 
The lepers healed, the lame did walk, the dumb their 

speech restore 
On coming merry Christmas day, let's hail Him more and 

more. 

That Son that gave to Moses, ten commandments to obey, 

Transfigured from the mountain, that immortal life dis- 
play 

Red Sea divide with Jordan dried, His people did pass o'er 

The manna bread by Heaven spread, their needs and wants 
restore. 

Ten plagues He sent on Egypt's soil, to stay the tyrant's 
hand 

From Horeb's rock a fountain gave, to cheer His chosen 
band. 

By Faith required, in Love desired, the bridge of life pass 
o'er 

Let's not forget this Christmas time, to hail Him more and 
more. 

The ancients took the Word as told. Redeemer was to 

come; 
Foretold it was, to Adam's face, by God Himself 'twas 

done. 
Heaven shut four thousand years, as faithful lay in prison, 
Until His Son did die for men to open gates of heaven. 
Let's not forget that Adam's fall, caused woe and death, 



destruction, 
And Jesus' blood for sinners all, is joy, or woe, perdition; 
With His part done, and ours to do, repentance is our gain 
And a merry, merry, Christmas, you surely will obtain. 

This sermon on the mountain, explained the road to 

heaven; 
Have mercy on the fallen, the weak and hungry driven, 
Blessed be the poor who shall endure, sufferings for His 

sake 
The meek reward with earthly gifts, to Father's Kingdom 

take. 
All things did He, by faith shall see, as Abraham of yore. 
The Lamb was slain in Isaiah's main, one thousand years 

before; 
Behold that Son, 'Anointed One," all evils try refrain 
And a merry, merry Christmas you surely will obtain. 

Should grief and sorrow find us, and afflictions mar our 
way, 

Let us think of Jesus' birth and the manger where He lay, 

Surrounded by His angels, giving praises by His side; 

The Lamb of God, Our Saviour, The Anointed One we pride. 

Let's give unto the needy help, this day to honor Him. 

Let's heal the wounded neighbor's name, so lately we con- 
demn; 

Resolve to do our duty and no envy still retain, 

And a merry, merry Christmas you surely will obtain. 

Let no Pride of Spirit bind us, neither vanity nor scorn, 

The Son of God in manger straw, so humbly was He born, 

For millions spent in gorgeous wealth, with millions 
hungry, cold; 

Much like the swine, with diamonds fine, mocked by both 
young and old. 

The proudest beings that ruled the earth, their bodies be- 
came dust, 

Why then we claim that pride our shame, for all men 
equal us. 

For gifts to poor will sure endure, when vainness saveth 
not; 

With merry joys, and Christmas toys, to every house and 
cot. 



THANKSGIVING DAY 



Thanksgiving day has come again, 

Let's chant our praise to God 
And seek his favors now and then — 

All hail our Lord so good. 
In Peace with all, Oh may it last, 

That wars and bloodshed may 
By evil doers be of the past. 

On this Thanksgiving day. 

Time has changed most wonderfully, 

Since redmen ruled the land, 
When wild beasts roamed promiscuously 

To feed the savage band; 
Now corn, wheat and cotton grow, 

Pine orchards, rare and gay, 
Where once had roamed the buffalo, 

On first Thanksgiving day. 

The ships that ride the ocean wave, 

The trains that sweep the land, 
Should sing their praise and ask Him save. 

Our nation's pride and stand. 
The Mayflower pilgrims brave and bold. 

The woods and wilds they took, 
Braved hardships many, — hunger, cold 

But Freedom's shores they took. 

O'er six score years have passed away, 

The silent grave entombs, 
The martyrs, patriots who gained sway, 

Their sons by millions come. 
All praise the Lord with fervent heart, 

For manifold display, 
Untold resources do our part, 

On this Thanksgiving day. 

With stars and stripes, true emblems might, 

Of freedom's ray recall, 
The mission of the pilgrim's flight 

For worship free to all. 
Two oceans meet our cherished stand, 

Two hemispheres obey, 
All give thanks for this happy land, 

On this Thanksgiving day. 



FAREWELL TO REV. FATHER CASEY 

Dear Father, you leave us in sorrow, 
With a memory that's dear to the mind; 
Your place, too, made vacant tomorrow 
Shall we find one so loving- and kind. 
To the classes and masses endearing, 
The young- and the old want you to stay, 
To orders of Bishop resigning 
May God bless your mission we'll pray. 

In Faith, you're a gem that's inspiring, 

For example a beacon of light; 

With Cross in the battle field fighting 

To sever the wrong from the right. 

To the sick and weary consoling, 

To the needy you gave of your fee, 

You cheered the sad hearts that were grieving; 

Oh, Father, we'll all sigh for thee. 

In vision we'll dream of your goodness, 
We'll long for that smile that shone bright; 
In midnight you ministered sickness, 
By Unction that led them to light. 
St. Catherine's Church will seem lonely, 
The Altar boys grief cannot tell; 
Your confessional crowds seek vainly, 
Dear Father, we bid you farewell. 




ODE ON LIFE'S CARES 



Quite often, life's troubles we borrow, 

From that deep sea of dread despair. 
One day of it's joy, next sorrow, 

Truly both we're burdened .to share. 
Should darkness surround us while grieving, 

With no visible hope to perceive, 
Take courage with on God believing, 

He'll your cares and your troubles relieve. 

Take courage and life's battles win it 

For all joys are commingled with pain. 
Success is as you pursue it, 

For temporal or spiritual gain. 
Don't waver in faith or in doing. 

Neither shirk from burdens that may, 
For success steers clear of those wooings 

In idleness, folly and play. 

Our lives are just as we can make them, 

Whether wicked or haughty or kind, 
If sinful make good and repent them, 

Both His Grace and His pardon must find. 
E'n this earth should tremble around you, 

And mountains would sink in the main, 
Be firm when evil does tempt you, 

And the sword of the spirit maintain. 

Time is too precious to waste it, 

For each moment accounting must give, 
By deeds and not words we can make it 

'Neath that mantle where brotherhoods live 
'Twas that crown that thorns left bleeding, 

And His suffering on the cross understood; 
Our harvest must follow the seeding 

In both spirit and water and blood. 



THE MARRIAGE VOW 



When man and wife on life's frail boat 

On God should trust for bliss, 
So many times in grief find both 

Because of joy they miss. 
Sail on, sail on, the Master cry, 

Be faithful to your vow, 
The storms of time you must defy, 

So keep your courage now. 

Should life be called to journey far. 

Leave sorrow, grief and pain 
Wafted beyond the evening star, 

Loved spouse may call in vain. 
Each day while walking side by side, 

To love and friendship bow, 
Inhuman failings try to hide. 

Too late to atone them now. 

How bright would life be everywhere 

If both their hearts could love, 
Sweet tenderness they both could share 

While keeping vows above. 
True honor, then, in life they give. 

When call comes where, when, how. 
In peace and love we both did live, 

How thankful for it now. 

All must remember life is short. 

Some day by Death must go. 
From evil pleasures we must part, 

Pride, vanity forego. 
With man and wife their labors done, 

To God have kept their vow, 
Come thou you blessed of my son, 

My mercy giveth now. 

Watch and wait with patient bliss, 

'Twill heal those wounds made sore, 
Remember, too, the faithful kiss 

Will blend two hearts the more. 
As both once loved, keep loving still, 

And don't betray your vow, 
And bear your cross to suit God's will, 

We need His blessings now. 



ODE— CLASSES AND MASSES 



Do the classes hate the masses, 

As the peafowl hates the hen? 
Does the plumage make distinction 

From the eagle to the wren? 
Flesh and blood defined as equal, 

May we hope our spirits too, 
With God's gifts to prove the sequel 

By their light less evils do. 

True we know they are exclusive 

From the force of wealth and fame, 
Truly oftentimes abusive 

That a Christian name might shame. 
As we're children of the Father, 

By adoption of his Son, 
Should we lust for sweat of labor, 

Cheat or rob the fallen one? 

In distinction lies ambition, 

Whicb without we'd sure fall back 
To that barbarous situation 

With their woes and sorrows black. 
"Let's condemn that word "destruction" 

And conserve to righteous call 
With fair play for all the nation, 

Be those people great or small. 




POEM ON U. S. FLEET 



Our United States fleet, the pride of the ocean, 
In ports of all nations she's honored so well; 
Steaming, a beaming with brave dashing seamen 
Whose daring and courage no nation excell. 

The unconquerable Paul Jones laid the foundation, 
With Barry and Perry true heroes likewise, 
Farragut, Evans and bold Admiral Dewey, 
Were Uncle Sam's heroes beloved and much prized. 

Our battleships white as the snow on the mountains, 
With star spangled banners from mastheads a flying. 
Like sunbeams of glory from liberty's fountain, 
Bearing highest of standards the eagle sublime; 
With cruisers a sailing and dreadnaughts of danger, 
All nations proclaim them marvels of might, 
To poor and forlorn they're seldom a stranger 
To aid in defending the standards of right. 

Our fleet representing the mightiest of nations 
With modesty her pass-word, liberty her strength, 
Old Glory representing starry-night heavens 
Braves billowy ocean regardless of length. 
She ploughs the Atlantic as noble defender 
Of treaties established between man and man, 
Sweeps the Pacific to stem all pretenders 
Whose principles are tending to take all they can. 

Let's hail our fleet from invaders protecting, 

Let's hail it, enlarge it, our peace shining light. 

With a merchant marine to cope in resisting, 

Less battles encounter, less enemies to fight. 

Let's hail our commanders with pride and devotion, 

Likewise our young seamen who stand by their guns 

Old Glory for ever, the pride of the ocean, 

While defending justice all battles have won. 



MY EPITATH 



Here now lies, wrapped in Mother Earth 
An unfamed man of humble birth 
With soul consigned to God on high. 
Please pray for all as you go by, 
Please pray sincere e'er time is spent. 
Who can no more implore, repent, 
And you my friends on earth please say 
A prayer for us that passed away. 




